Rosie and Pauly in the back alley...
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the funniest twosome that you ever did see.
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Standing on a trash can, Pauly talks.
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If he ain't too drunk and his words are clear
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he gives the prettiest sermon you ever did hear
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while Rosie wags her tail by the collection box.
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When I'm low on inspiration
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I go down and join the congregation.
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Chorus:
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Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
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Everybody's tryin' but you never do know
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and it sure feels good to say, "Amen.
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" Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
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It's driving me crazy and I'm losing control
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but you always help me get it back together again.
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Neffertiti and the girls are there fanning themselves on Eddie's back stair.
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Pauly always sets their souls on fire.
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Movin' and shakin' and wavin' their hands,
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raisin' their voices to a far-away land,
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they start in singing like a great big choir.
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With harmonies that sound so sweet
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you forget all about the trash beneath your feet.
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CHORUS
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Call him a Messiah,
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or just another clown,
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but somethin' about the trash can prophet
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always leads me to a higher ground.
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CHORUS
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Rosie and Pauly
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| Joshua Kadison |
